Chorus:1
When gone is the glory
When gone is the fame
When gone is the name
And you’re left with yourslf

Verse:1
I look in the mirror
To search your face
To remember who you are
Who you ever were

Chorus:2
When gone is the glory
When gone is the shine
Is gone the whole
Of your future and pride?

Verse:2
I look all around
To search for a friend
That no longer stands
Till the bitter end

Chorus:3
When gone is the glory
When gone is the sun
When gone is the game
Then what have you won?

Verse:3
Headache and pain
Of what could have been
Only you know the truth,
Of what is within

Chorus:4
When gone is the praise
When gone is the fun
Is gone, the worth,
Of what you’ve become?

Verse:4
When i am alone
At the end of this story
How does it feel,
When gone is the glory?

P Diddy:
What’s Going On

Jermaine Dupri:
Tell Me

P Diddy:
People Dying
People Crying
Lord help us

Bono:
Mother, mother
There’s too many of you crying

Gwen Stefani:
Oh, brother, brother, brother
There’s far too many of you dying

Jermaine Dupri:
That’s Right

Aaron Lewis:
You know we’ve got to find a way
To bring some lovin’ here today

Nona Gaye:
Oh my father, father
We don’t need to escalate

Backstreet Boys:
You see war is not the answer

Nona Gaye/Backstreet Boys:
For only love can conquer hate

Christina Aguilera:
You know we’ve got to find a way
To bring some lovin’ here today

Britney Spears:
Barricades, can’t block our way

J-Lo:
Don’t punish me with brutality

Destiny’s Child:
Talk to me
So you can see

Destiny’s Child/Britney Spears:
(First Chorus)
Oh what’s going on
What’s going on
Yeah what’s going on
Ahh what’s going on

Ja Rule:
What’s going on in a world filled with pain
Where’s the love for which we pray
What’s going on
When our children can’t play
Homeless can’t eat
There’s got to be a better way
What’s going on
When we politically blind
Can’t see the signs of endangered times
What’s going on

Nelly Furtado:
What’s goin’ on in the world today.
I’d rather be dead than to turn my head away
We got this first world vision too
Comfy to lift up our hands in the air
And cry for a switch

Michael Stipe:
Father, father

P Diddy:
Father help us, come on

Michael Stipe:
Everybody thinks we’re wrong

Alicia Keys:
Oh, but who are they to judge us
Together we can all be strong

P Diddy:
United we stand, United we fall

N’Sync:
Oh you know we’ve got to find a way

Mary J. Blige:
To bring some understanding here today

N’Sync:
Barricades can’t block our way

Darren Hayes (Savage Garden):
Don’t punish me with brutality

N’Sync:
Baby talk to me
So you can see

(Second chorus)
Yeah, what’s going on
Hey, what’s going on
Somebody tell me what’s going on
I’ll tell you what’s goin’ on-uh

Nelly:
What’s going on ‘cross seas
Every minute a child dies by this disease
In record numbers indeed
Got momma’s crying out please
My baby hold on
My child ain’t done nothing wrong
Still I want to holler
Ask them why they don’t bother
Oh no, oh no
Make me turn to my father
And ask him why they all got a trapped soul

Nas:
I can feel what was bothering Marvin
Why his words forever remain
Dealing with these modern day problems
‘Cause of ignorance surrounding me and my constituents
Too many infected
Too many lives diminishing
Nobody say Protestants, Jews, Blacks, and Whites, Latinos and
Asians
Pray together
Less fight
We better unite
As genocide chemical war
And the rich and the poor
Know that God delivers a cure

Eve:
It’s a shame our reality is devastating
People praying for a cure
Dying while they’re waiting
Ask the Lord for the comfort and strength to face it
All the kids with dreams
Won’t get the chance to chase it
Makes me sad
Think about the lives they would’ve had
Think about the orphan babies got no moms and dads
How can we sit back and not try to make it right
We gotta come together
We gotta fight for life

Fred Durst:
Somebody tell me what’s going on
(what’s going on)
We got human beings using humans for a bomb
But everyone wanna live
Don’t nobody really want to die
You feeling me right
I can’t be watching people die
(die)
And watching people cry
Let me break it down for a minute
If there’s enough room here for you and me
There’s plenty of room for some humanity

Somebody tell me what’s going on
(what’s going on)
Somebody tell me what’s going on
(what’s going on)
Somebody tell me what’s going on
(what’s going on)
Somebody tell me what’s going on
(what’s going on)
Somebody tell me what’s going on
(what’s going on)
Somebody tell me what’s going on
(what’s going on)
Somebody tell me what’s going on
(what’s going on)
Somebody tell me what’s going on
(what’s going on)

[Intro]
Out in the streets, they call it murder!

[Verse 1]
Welcome to Jamrock, camp where the thugs dem camp at
Two pound ah weed inna van back
It inna your hand bag, your knapsack, it inna your back pack
The smell ah give your girlfriend contact
Some bwoy nuh know dis, dem only come around like tourist
On the beach with a few club sodas
Bedtime stories, and pose like dem name Chuck Norris
And don’t know the real hardcore
Cause Sandals ah nuh Backtoo, the thugs dem will do whe dem got to
And won’t think twice to shot yu
Don’t make dem spot you, unless you carry guns a lot too
A bare tuff tings come at you

When Trenchtown man stop laugh and block-off traffic
Then dem wheel and pop off and dem start clap it
With the pin file dung an it ah beat rapid
Police come inna jeep and dem cant stop it
Some say them ah playboy ah playboy rabbit
Funny man ah get dropped like a bad habit
So nuh bodah pose tuff if you don’t have it
Rastafari stands alone!

[Chorus]
Welcome to Jamrock, Welcome to Jamrock
Out in the streets, they call it murder!

[Verse 2]
Welcome to Jamdown, poor people ah dead at random
Political violence, can’t done! Pure ghost and phantom, the youth
dem get blind by stardom
Now the Kings Of Kings ah call
Old man to Pickney, so wave unnuh hand if you with me
To see the sufferation sick me
Dem suit no fit me, to win election dem trick we
Then dem don’t do nuttin at all

C’mon let’s face it, a ghetto education’s basic
And Most ah de youths them waste it
And when dem waste it, that’s when dem take the guns replace it
Then dem don’t stand a chance at all
And that’s why ah nuff little youth have up some fat ‘matic
With the extra magazine inna dem back pocket
And ah a bleach a night time inna some black jacket
All who nah lock glocks, ah dem a lock rocket
They will full you up ah current like ah shock socket
Dem a run ah roadback which part the cops block it
And from now till a mornin nuh stop clock it
If dem run outta rounds ah bruck back ratchet

[Chorus]
Welcome to Jamrock (Southside, Northside)
Welcome to Jamrock (East Coast, West Coast, huh, yo)
Welcome to Jamrock (Cornwall, Middlesex and Surrey, Yah) Hey!
Welcome to Jamrock
Out in the streets, they call it murder!!!

[Outro]
Jamaica Jamaica! Jamaica Jamaica! Now!
Jamaica Jamaica! Yo! Jamaica Jamaica!
Welcome to Jamrock, Welcome to Jamrock